I never wanted to be here. If you had told a younger version of myself that I would be posting to this kind of community, I would never have believed it. I would have said that I would never stop believing in equality, that the state of Africa was due to the colonialism of the past, that democracy would flourish and ST:TNG was what awaited the world.

Yet, here I am, in what most would consider a "hate sub" full of lies and vitriol, a den of degenerate racists.

My journey here has been a strange one. A few years ago, I discovered Karen Straughan on YouTube, and what I heard from her opened my eyes to the world. What began as trying to understand my past failed relationships with women gradually became something more: I began more closely examining everything I believed, everything I had been taught. With a B.A. in Philosophy, I've been well-trained in disassembling arguments and getting to their cores, but - for some reason - had never really applied these skills on myself.

And when I did, well... suffice to say that everything changed.

One by one, my old beliefs fell by the wayside, replaced by rusty, misshapen thoughts. The tenets of feminism had been excised from my brain, but there was so much more. A link at TRP on Reddit led me to Mencius Moldbug, and in his writings I - once again - found truth, a truth that so few seemed willing to talk about openly. My distaste for democracy - I used to be an anarchist - and the recent deconstruction of my views on gender led me to deconstruct my political views, as well, and thus I was reborn a reactionary. A monarchist, to be more precise.

I would have called myself crazy, if I knew as a teenager what I had become. An anarchist becoming a monarchist? How absurd! And yet these changes seemed rational to me. I could argue for these positions in public, with my peers, and though most would think that I'm out of touch, I don't think they are of the belief that I have dangerous beliefs. That one was still coming...

The race riots bothered me. I'd known of riots in the past - my grandparents live in Cincinnati, where race riots happen from time to time, or so I'm told - but I hadn't really contemplated them before. Somehow or another, I found my way to CT on Reddit, and began reading.

At first, I hated myself for it. Here I was, reading racist propaganda! How revolting! Yet, as a philosopher, I knew that I had to understand your positions: if nothing else, it would improve my understanding of my own. Propelled by hatred of SJWs (who I utterly despise), I forged on, figuring that if they hated something, there was most likely a kernel of truth to it.

The statistics were what did it for me, in the end. The statistics and my utter hatred of Marxism: when I was an anarchist, I understood Marxism to be my polar opposite, ideologically speaking, and thus have never had any love for it. The combination of "social Marxism" being the driving force behind "multiculturalism," the statistics that do not lie (I also studied Finance and Economics for a bit)... in addition, my studies in Psychology had led me to accept evolutionary psych, and that - combined with lessons gleaned from TRP - had led me to acknowledge that evolution would necessarily lead to differentiation in other ways, as well.

I already had some doubts regarding the "established" (read: politically correct) notion that there are no real differences between races: when I took Anatomy & Physiology, I was quickly silenced when I pointed out that race does matter, as blacks can get Sickle Cell Anemia, while whites cannot. That this notion was unacceptable in a human biology class, specifically intended for nursing students, confounded me - we know there are differences, and while it's genetic, that doesn't change the fact that there are differences! We were sacrificing scientific rigor in the name of political correctness, and that "rustled my jimmies," as it were.

Today, it is apparent to me that there is some difference. I don't know precisely what they are, and I'm not (quite) willing to say that blacks are "subhuman" or anything like that. But I look at Africa, and I see... a continent that has not culturally evolved in any way, shape, or form. I see no great works of art, no scholastic pursuits, no scientific achievement. Combine that observation with the oddly stunted cultural growth of black communities here in the US, and then the recent madness both here with our riots and abroad in Europe, with the sudden dramatic increase in criminal activity that correlates all too well with the sudden influx of black immigrants... correlation may not be causation, but if it quacks like a duck...

My every attempt to disprove your statistics and observations has been met with failure; in philosophy, that means that I must, at least for the time being, accept your position as truth.

The sweet tea I drink has 12g of sugar per serving, with about 3 servings in a can.

I go through about 2.5 cans a day, on average (some days 2, some 3, so let's call it 2.5), which comes out to... about 90g of sugar a day. Since I otherwise avoid sugary things like the plague, I honestly don't think that's too bad.

I've tried to drink unsweetened tea, and... yeah, no. Not happening. I don't care for coffee and I'm sure as hell not going back to drinking soda, so I need to get my caffeine fix from somewhere.